So, it seems to be a might white.

If you live where I live, history was made and we got to participate whether we liked it or not.  What a storm!!!! I found myself scurrying home from southeast Oklahoma with my newly acquired grain combine.  It is practically brand new.  Built in 1957, at least it is younger than me.  Of course it needs a little restoration or I wouldn't own it.  If I can get it running, I'll use it to harvest barley this June.  Back to the trip home...I roared down the highway at 50 mph (if I was going downhill.)  It seems the old '91 pick-up didn't appreciate the wind in her face. Evidently, the combine on top of the trailer was similar to hauling an open parachute with accompanying anchor.  I arrived at the farm and began placing my 50' tarp over the trailer and combine, especially the canvas conveyor to protect it from the moisture.  I found the tarp application simple except for the oh yeah, 30mph wind!!!!  After an hour and a half, success, if not triumph, was achieved.  The lightning and sleet hit as I was wrapping up and heading for the house.  Tuesday morning I found myself literally dragging the dogs into the barn for their own well being.  As the evening temperature was 10 degrees, I found all the water troughs frozen solid, so I began hauling some sort of trough or container and then water to dogs, cats, geese, and chickens. Of course they all needed feed so I obliged accordingly.  I felt a little like Pa Ingalls in those "Little House On the Prairie" books, then I thought of what those Mt. Everest climbers might think about blizzard conditions. I went into the house to watch the thermometer. Sheesh is it cold!